The Perk, Thursday Morning

[chasingangela]

Angela sat at a side table, picking at a muffin and paging through the Dorothy Parker omnibus she's been reading all week. Occasionally, she snickered aloud.

More often, she stared blankly at the pages, wishing the week would end already.

[OOC: Open to all, use for your own perk needs, etc.]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack doesn't have classes on Thursdays, which usually means he spends all day asleep. But he's finally over his cold, and has missed hanging out with people. So, to the Perk he goes, for convivial conversation.

He sees Angela and waves. "Hey. How's it going?"

[chasingangela]

"Not too bad," Angela replied amiably. "I have today off until seventh period, so that doesn't suck."

She squints at Jack. "I got Ms. Cregg's invitation to your birthday party Saturday."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack grabbed a chair. "You're coming, right? My mom tends to do overboard really well. It's how you can tell we're related."

[[OOC: Party's Monday, BTW.]]

[chasingangela]

"Probably. All the birthday partys I've come to here have been really good, so..." She raises her eyebrows. "Did you not have parties for birthdays one through seventeen, or just not with your mom?"

[OOC: D'oh. I knew that.]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack scratched the back of his neck. "Well... no, I haven't had a birthday party before. But it's not a big deal. I told her she didn't have to make up the balance all in one year... but I'm not complaining."

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles, privately curious about where Jack had been before Fandom but not wanting to pry. "That's really sweet of her -- and yeah, I wouldn't complain, either, if it means a bigger party. I just hope she doesn't make us play pin the tail on the donkey, or go to Chuck E. Cheese."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack looks around for suspicious shrubbery, and leans in. "Lemme give you a hint. Don't let her hear you say that." He laughs. "So, how's it going otherwise? What's the weirdest thing to happen to you this week?"

[chasingangela]

"My lips are zipped," Angela says, eyes sparkling. "Whack-a-Mole is just not that compelling anymore, y'know?"

"The weirdest thing this week ... um, I think it has to be this really bad date I went on last night. It was almost, like, a sitcom. But no vampires in the last few days."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know. Whack-a-Mole can be very stress relieving under certain circumstances." Jack pauses and thinks for a moment. "You know, somehow 'Whack-a-Mole' sounds very, very wrong when repeated too much. Or we could play 'Whack-a-Vamp'. And I'm not going to ask how much you knew about the vamp hunt when I asked you in the library last week. I'm just going to yell at Angel and Parker when I get the chance. So. Bad date? Do tell. All the gory details."

Jack... may possibly have had caffeine today.

[chasingangela]

"Thank you for not asking," Angela says carefully. "I think Parker will probably agree with whatever you say, if that's worth anything. Or at least, she knows a lot of people got hurt by being left out."

"So. Bad date. Um ... Broots. And he was cute, but he just seemed so nervous it was hard to enjoy the cute. And then the restaurant was a disaster. Fire, flying spaghetti sauce, I was allergic to the flowers he brought..." Her voice trails off. "It was so bad it was almost funny."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack's laughing. "Almost funny? Okay, I suppose that if you were there -- and you were -- it's different. From where I'm sitting, it's hysterical."

[chasingangela]

Angela rolls her eyes and daintily takes a bite of muffin. Swallowing, she says, "It was pretty funny. But poor Broots ... I don't think he gets out that often, y'know? I hate that it went badly."